Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sing along.."the party's over..it's time to call it a day.."

So, how is it that one who didn't have a beer- root variety or malt - could spend the "day after" with such a headache it could rival any hang-over?

Maybe it's the barometric pressure..or the way the stars are aligned..or the all the work my brain had to do for this..

It's not as easy as it used to be to be ...sneaky. Devious, yes. But sneaky?

"I.....um..think I need to go to the store"

"Great..there are a few things I need to pick up too.."

"Um..what are they? I could..."

"Well, where are you going?"

"Mmmm..donno..just..sort of ..out.."

Yeah, like a junkie..looking for her fix...that's what I was reduced to..lying and covering my tracks to get my hands on my needed "fix"

{Que music}

..dunt dunt dunt dunt dunt dunt....DADUN!

rub-on tattoos

One cannot have a proper biker party without proper {or improper as the case may be} tattoos.

Hard as it may be to believe..they're not all that easy to find..

Huh..

Not much of a market for rub-on-tattoos....apparently.

But, being persistent..I found some at..of all places..Walgreen's

Yep, right there over the canes and umbrellas..which also came in handy as they were too high up and after repeated cries for help ..OK..maybe not cries so much as exasperated please(s)..and no "help" came...

..I took the cane and reached up and sort of hooked the box and knocked it down, catching it in mid-air.

It was a sight to be seen..a senior-tattoo-grabbing-hooker at Walgreen's..

Wait..that didn't come out right..

Anyway, here's the best "tat" of the night (by the way, the tattoos were a big hit with all the ..adults.

The kids had to wait for-eveh for their turn and by then, well all the good ones were on old people's arms...)

OK, ready?... camera on??

..holycrap that flash is bright...

Ready?

Wait..that's awful! Look at my fat-crepe-papery-arm? Take another...please??


Well. that's a little better..ewwwwww...are those ... age spots on my hand??? Gross..can you take another?? pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...

{...insert a man-heavy-sigh...{{I was going to say "heavy-man-sigh" but that didn't sound right either..}}

..and I think I saw an eye-roll..}

Lemme puuuull my arm back..oh yeah..and hide my hand...

OK..that's better..yeah, this was my favorite...he's ready to eat with knife and fork in hand.. My kind of shark-dude :-)

So, this week, remember to "Rock on dude and party-hardy"

and have plenty of Tylenol in the morning..

-me

10 comments:

Lori R. said...

YOU ARE THE WINNER!!!!! CHECK OUT MY BLOG AND GIVE ME A SHOUT ON MY EMAIL SO I CAN MAIL YOU YOUR PRIZE!!! THANKS UTAH GRAMMY FOR KEEPING ME IN STITCHES!!!

Unknown said...

You are too funny, girl!

Pat @ My Tattered Elegance said...

Thanks for my morning wake up. You had me rolling with laughter. You sure have a way with words. Have a great day!
Smiles,
Pat

Art by Darla Kay said...

Oh so cute! Rock on baby!!!
Hey, I have lovely age spots too or freckles or angel kisses. What I call them varies depending on my mood (sense of reality) haha!
Great tat by the way :)
Have a great week!
Darla♥

Debra said...

Loved this post! (And your tattoo, too...heee). Glad to see you are having fun--I've been thinking lately that I need to have more fun in my life and not be such an old sober sides. heh. Thanks for your encouraging comments at my blog! Blessings, Debra

June said...

I missed so much over here! You have been busy being bad and having incredible parties for wonderful reasons. You go, girl!

white o'morn cottage said...

You are getting worse! (I mean better) Love it. Pam

the old schoolhouse said...

Hi Colleen, loved your post and your tatoo, i have a tatoo on my hip [well it used to be my hip now its my love handle] a red rose, must ask pam to take a photo [ or maybe not lol] lots of love Angie xxxxx.

Heather said...

"holy crap that flash is bright" LOL. you crack me up! love the tat!

Little Penpen said...

You won!!! I saw it posted on Altered Glass' blog... yay , you!!!

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